This question plunged the tea shed into complete silence, and everyone turned their gazes toward Gong Chang.
Sweat trickled down Gong Chang's forehead.
This question was way too hard to answer!
If he said Duke Jing'an would definitely win against the Heavenly Tower Master—this was right at the foot of Yu Mountain, Heavenly Tower's turf. If one of Heavenly Tower's Guest Elders happened to hear that, what would become of him?
But if he said, in front of so many people, that Duke Jing'an couldn't win, then given the other party's overwhelming power—and that he was also the Blue Patrol Pavilion Master—how was he supposed to survive in the World afterward?
If it were just the surrounding Martial World people asking, Gong Chang could have easily brushed them off with jokes and nonsense.
But the one asking was偏偏 a little girl of eleven or twelve, looking at him with those innocent, clear eyes, asking so sincerely that Gong Chang suddenly didn't know how to respond.
